Yes. I love my Twilight. So I had to write a story about vampires.
"No big deal," I lied to myself. "Just Night Academy." My suitcase suddenly seemed heavier--a crowd of vampire girls walked by, staring curiously. I forced myself not to blush, feeling so out of place.
My older sister, Aimee, smiled and squeeled, "I'm going to miss you, Sophie!"
"You too, Aimee," I barely whispered, and tried to ignore the knot forming in my stomach, the butterflies bouncing around. Instead of meeting my sister's gaze, I looked out over the manicured lawn. A concrete fountain, somehow resembling a tear drop, spewed water towards the sky, which fell away towards the lake. Two boys shoved each other playfully next to it, laughing.
"See ya later I guess," Aimee smiled sadly.
I nodded my agreement. "See you," Feeling more out of place than me and anxious to escape, Aimee leapt into our parents' Mercedes, and waved out the driver's window as she sped away. I looked down--my white-washed jeans and Spice Girls t-shirt weren't going to fit in very well compared to the mini skirts and spaghetti strap tops surrounding me. I bent to grasp my yellow duffel bag--it reminded me of summers I'd spent at camp with my friends. Friends I'd never see again now that I was training to become a vampire.
Klutz that I am, I stumbled over the curb. My arms flew out, trying to save myself, but there was nothing to grab to steady myself. Someone caught my elbows. I breathed a sigh of relief, and looked up. A boy with dark chocolate hair and a seemingly endless depth of camoflage green eyes stared back, a cocky grin lighting up his face. "Better watch yourself," He recommended.
"Yeah, curbs will end the world," I bounced to my feet, pulling away.
"Dangerous things," The boy smiled. "Do you have a name, new girl?"
I glowered. "Yeah, use it--Sophie."
"My name's Hunter," How appropriate for a vampire boy. "Training to be a vampire?" He guessed, and my eyebrows knitted together.
"It's Night Academy--what else do you do here?" His face soured.
"Yeah, I guess so. What else?" This reaction confused me. Wasn't Night Academy for people to train to become vampires? Wasn't everyone who came chosen specifically to become a vampire? What else could you come for? Hunter's voice matched his face--twisted in disgust--perfectly.
"What? You're training to be one, too," I pointed out awkwardly.
He shrugged. "Yeah, I guess so," Hunter repeated his words from before.
"Um, well, thanks for saving my life from that horrid curb," I made a point of taking a massive step onto the sidewalk.
Hunter didn't reply. A little thrown off, I grasped my Mountain Dew-yellow bag, and started for the ornately carved double doors.
"Wait!" His voice came suddenly. I spun around, surprised. "Um, well...." I waited, but he didn't elaborate.
"Well what?" I prompted.
"Well nothing," He muttered. "If you need anything, I'm usually hanging out around the soccer field." I smirked, glad he didn't hate me, at least.
I slid my duffel bag onto my wrist, and let it dangle. "I thought vampires didn't like sunlight," I taunted.
I didn't expect him to snap, "What makes you think I'm a vampire?"
"Um, w-well, it's a s-school f-for--," I stammered, not understanding.
"Never mind," Hunter turned away, sprinting for the doors ahead of me. The two boys by the fountain looked after him.
Okay, strange welcoming commite, to say the least. The oak doors, at least nine feet above my head, seemed daunting without light spilling out, like it had been when he'd opened the door to speed away. I shoved them open, expecting coffins, cobwebs, or at least blood, but I hadn't even guessed at the brightly lit room, with colorful sofas surrounding a television, a blue-and-red air hockey table behind, and a few doors leading away, a stairwell in the corner of the room, leading downwards. This must be the lounge for the tenth graders. I plopped down on one of the sofas as my cell phone buzzed.
I revealed the absolutely adorable Motorola, with pink and yellow sparkles decorating the cover. Girly, I know, but I couldn't help it. It was a gift from Aimee, and if this meant I could never see my sister in person again, I'd keep anything I could. A picture of her making a peace sign in front of the mall giggling lit up my screen, and in bouncing, bubbly text below, flashed her name. "Hey, Aimee," I pressed the Motorola to my ear.
"Vampire school!" She yelled into the phone. "It's vampire school and all you can say is 'hey, Aimee'? At least say something like, 'I vant to suck your blood'!" I rolled my eyes. Aimee. "Settling in okay, baby sister?" As annoyed as I was with that term--and she knew it, too--I didn't bother correcting her.
Hunter flashed through the room, one of the boys from the fountain racing after him. The boy trailing after paused for a moment to give me a questioning glance, and continued after his friend, I guessed. When someone yelled, "Hunter and the new girl sittin' in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g!" I sank deeper into the plush sofa.
Yes. I love my Twilight. So I had to write a story about vampires.
"No big deal," I lied to myself. "Just Night Academy." My suitcase suddenly seemed heavier--a crowd of vampire girls walked by, staring curiously. I forced myself not to blush, feeling so out of place.
My older sister, Aimee, smiled and squeeled, "I'm going to miss you, Sophie!"
"You too, Aimee," I barely whispered, and tried to ignore the knot forming in my stomach, the butterflies bouncing around. Instead of meeting my sister's gaze, I looked out over the manicured lawn. A concrete fountain, somehow resembling a tear drop, spewed water towards the sky, which fell away towards the lake. Two boys shoved each other playfully next to it, laughing.
"See ya later I guess," Aimee smiled sadly.
I nodded my agreement. "See you," Feeling more out of place than me and anxious to escape, Aimee leapt into our parents' Mercedes, and waved out the driver's window as she sped away. I looked down--my white-washed jeans and Spice Girls t-shirt weren't going to fit in very well compared to the mini skirts and spaghetti strap tops surrounding me. I bent to grasp my yellow duffel bag--it reminded me of summers I'd spent at camp with my friends. Friends I'd never see again now that I was training to become a vampire.
Klutz that I am, I stumbled over the curb. My arms flew out, trying to save myself, but there was nothing to grab to steady myself. Someone caught my elbows. I breathed a sigh of relief, and looked up. A boy with dark chocolate hair and a seemingly endless depth of camoflage green eyes stared back, a cocky grin lighting up his face. "Better watch yourself," He recommended.
"Yeah, curbs will end the world," I bounced to my feet, pulling away.
"Dangerous things," The boy smiled. "Do you have a name, new girl?"
I glowered. "Yeah, use it--Sophie."
"My name's Hunter," How appropriate for a vampire boy. "Training to be a vampire?" He guessed, and my eyebrows knitted together.
"It's Night Academy--what else do you do here?" His face soured.
"Yeah, I guess so. What else?" This reaction confused me. Wasn't Night Academy for people to train to become vampires? Wasn't everyone who came chosen specifically to become a vampire? What else could you come for? Hunter's voice matched his face--twisted in disgust--perfectly.
"What? You're training to be one, too," I pointed out awkwardly.
He shrugged. "Yeah, I guess so," Hunter repeated his words from before.
"Um, well, thanks for saving my life from that horrid curb," I made a point of taking a massive step onto the sidewalk.
Hunter didn't reply. A little thrown off, I grasped my Mountain Dew-yellow bag, and started for the ornately carved double doors.
"Wait!" His voice came suddenly. I spun around, surprised. "Um, well...." I waited, but he didn't elaborate.
"Well what?" I prompted.
"Well nothing," He muttered. "If you need anything, I'm usually hanging out around the soccer field." I smirked, glad he didn't hate me, at least.
I slid my duffel bag onto my wrist, and let it dangle. "I thought vampires didn't like sunlight," I taunted.
I didn't expect him to snap, "What makes you think I'm a vampire?"
"Um, w-well, it's a s-school f-for--," I stammered, not understanding.
"Never mind," Hunter turned away, sprinting for the doors ahead of me. The two boys by the fountain looked after him.
Okay, strange welcoming commite, to say the least. The oak doors, at least nine feet above my head, seemed daunting without light spilling out, like it had been when he'd opened the door to speed away. I shoved them open, expecting coffins, cobwebs, or at least blood, but I hadn't even guessed at the brightly lit room, with colorful sofas surrounding a television, a blue-and-red air hockey table behind, and a few doors leading away, a stairwell in the corner of the room, leading downwards. This must be the lounge for the tenth graders. I plopped down on one of the sofas as my cell phone buzzed.
I revealed the absolutely adorable Motorola, with pink and yellow sparkles decorating the cover. Girly, I know, but I couldn't help it. It was a gift from Aimee, and if this meant I could never see my sister in person again, I'd keep anything I could. A picture of her making a peace sign in front of the mall giggling lit up my screen, and in bouncing, bubbly text below, flashed her name. "Hey, Aimee," I pressed the Motorola to my ear.
"Vampire school!" She yelled into the phone. "It's vampire school and all you can say is 'hey, Aimee'? At least say something like, 'I vant to suck your blood'!" I rolled my eyes. Aimee. "Settling in okay, baby sister?" As annoyed as I was with that term--and she knew it, too--I didn't bother correcting her.
Hunter flashed through the room, one of the boys from the fountain racing after him. The boy trailing after paused for a moment to give me a questioning glance, and continued after his friend, I guessed. When someone yelled, "Hunter and the new girl sittin' in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g!" I sank deeper into the plush sofa.
"Nope," How was I going to survive this place?!